Death Is The Only Escape Novels & Stories

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

“He’ll let you go.” “You don’t know that.” “He promised.” “He wants you here. He’ll take advantage of you.” “He won’t.” Cain stepped closer. “There is still a chance we can escape.” “Escape to what?” “A life.” “You’re dying, Cain. You’re leaving me behind. What is there to live for?” The words came out more harshly than I intended. Cain went still. I covered my mouth briefly. But I couldn’t take them back. “You’re dying, Cain.”

“If I choose, no one in your life will be able to reach you, not even the son you cherished so much,” My thoughts scattered as the weight of his words pressed down on everything I had built. He leaned slightly closer, his breath fanning my skin. “Do you know what happens when a dead woman starts breathing again in the wrong places?” My throat tightened as fear and anger twisted together. Alex did not wait for an answer. “I will take everything you have left and make it unreachable,” he said. “And when I decide, your son disappears from every place you think is safe.” My breath stopped right after that.

That word doesn’t exist in my vocabulary. If I want to make it through this life, that’s not how I’ll do it. Instead of begging for their kindness, I refuse and fight back to survive on my own terms, even if it kills me. Actually, death might be the only real way to be free. When you’re dead, there’s no more pain, no more fear, no more worry weighing on you every single day. When you die, it’s over, no more suffering. The moment I push open the door to our dorm, I’m greeted by my roommate, who looks like he’s been used as a human punching bag.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

We witnessed entirely mutilated dead bodies of individuals. "I've already given up. I had already given up hoping and trying. I welcomed death not because I wanted it, but because it was my only choice. Everything shall fade away after death. Death will save me. Death will make everything better. Death will make me forget the hell I'd been through. I crave death. I desperately wanted it. Nobody will notice my death, no one will care. I'll drag this cruel world with me into hell, and I'll make sure of it," Raven stated emotionless, with blood streaming from her eyes.

Bullies! “Leave him alone!” Jason screamed, rushing towards the mob. Duke, seeing his chance as the mob paused for a while, took it, running across the road at the same time a truck swept down it. “Duke!” Jason screamed. But it was too late. Duke dashed headlong into the road, intent on escaping his bullies. The truck, moving faster than it was supposed to, slammed into him, lifting him high up into the sky where he completed one full rotation before his body came smacking down on the asphalt.

“It’s your uncle’s doing the first time you had an encounter with riding in tandem. The initial plan was only to target your husband, but it failed. I’m not expecting you to believe me. But I do care for you. When I said your life is in danger, I mean it. A group of people inside the organization thinks you have a large amount of money that should have been for them. We had a joint account, remember?” “I never touch your dirty money! I never once looked at it.” “I know. I hope saving your life would be enough for you to forgive me. I’ll let you go to the next anchorage. At the same time, I’m planning to hide. Anywhere, or maybe abroad if I’m lucky.” “I will never forgive you, sonofabitch!” E

The lifeless eyes. So many voices. Calling out to him for help. So many voices in his head. He couldn't help...! They called to him as they died. As they took their last breath, they begged their king to save them. He couldn't. They all died. Declan died. And, it's all his fault. Screams in his heart. Screams in his head. So much screams. Escape! 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬! 𝙀𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙀!!!

We might as well have intruded in its territory now. "Aa-aaaahkkk!!!" A hoarse outcry resounded and I could tell from the sound of flesh and bone breaking that followed, that whoever it was had already died a horrible death. 'Perhaps, the only true escape is death.' At least I could have death. It was a better fate to suffer. That way, I'd be free, truly free. But if it all were to end here, I should at least see the beast that will set me free with my very own eyes, and perhaps say my thanks.